This person, another of the active English friends of America, possessed a particular knowledge of late events in that land.

To him Israel was indebted for much entertaining information.
After remaining some ten days at this place, word came from Squire Woodcock, requiring Israel's immediate return, stating the hour at which he must arrive at the house, namely, two o'clock on the following morning.

So, after another night's solitary trudge across the country, the wanderer was welcomed by the same three gentlemen as before, seated in the same room.
"The time has now come," said Squire Woodcock.

"You must start this morning for Paris.

Take off your shoes." "Am I to steal from here to Paris on my stocking-feet ?" said Israel, whose late easy good living at White Waltham had not failed to bring out the good-natured and mirthful part of him, even as his prior experiences had produced, for the most part, something like a contrary result.
"Oh, no," smiled Horne Tooke, who always lived well, "we have seven-league-boots for you.